What does your mood ring say this time? The causes, aren’t, anymore. This is such a fucking mistake. That probably is blood on the fence. Collect useless information, like… They make it too easy for us. Analysis, is no doubt, required. I’m not going to make it, but maybe, you will. I am not what you think. What kind of machine was used? At this point, I can say, that it probably can’t be done. Set yourselves apart from the rabble, the herd… Don’t let her screw this up. Leeches, on the book… Advertising is a lie, a myth. I was standing over there. Why do I go on? They’ll invent one, for us. All life long, the shuck and jive act. Tell me that I’m normal, Doctor. You won’t take my breath from me. I belong in jail. We all believe too many lies. Feel up the sex routes. What is the point of all this? She raped me. What happens to us? Well, if I had my toilet. Nothing is clean, clear, or easy. I am sedate, almost extinct. I made my inappropriate blunders. There is no reason, no meaning, there is nothing but nothing. Don’t continue to fool yourselves. The bell tolls, the birds, chirp. Flick the frozen ice flow, down. The old school, hasn’t changed. I flush the toilet, so often. Use what you have to use, but do not touch her tits. Pacing through the room has become difficult. I think someone’s in the next room. Look for the dog bowl. The chickens were riled up. The very weird, are unable to stop being so. You made me miss you, baby. It takes a lot of time to wind up like this. Liberty may not actually exist. Ignore the smear of white across the black. Passion costs too much. The doubt, collapses us. Smash the faces of the pious. A spoon was used. My nightmares are a little different from yours. Make a fucking movie! Poverty wages, still. All I can do is sit here, and stare off into space. My face has shrunken, smaller than my head. Soon enough, each and every one of us will be dead. She didn’t love me (end of the interview). It’s as if no matter what we do, it doesn’t make any difference. The spice of life, is not terragon. They know what I’m talking about. Talk to me! The horses were euthanized. It is very, very expensive. One leads to the other. Ravens on the roof, real ravens. Let us live some other kind of life, somewhere else. I want to kick myself in the face, launch into a tirade. The digger is still out there, still out there. I gave them the card (hours of fun). The bruises take a long time to heal, the rain seems to blend in with our tears. For all the talk about change, not one thing, has. Trust no one, double check on everything. They will all want to hate me, but they’ll just be unable to. The boys who put on the roof, smoked reefers up there. A miracle might be a miracle, even if it’s, “only physics.” Some of us know our shortcomings, all too well. There is no chance in hell… The chintzy, cheapo products, are very expensive. They found the underwear that I had hidden. Tear it down, at the foundation. That was my life, before it ended. What did I say, that one day? It’s all so embarrassing now, these things that I do. It is like poison, this love stuff. He used to ride the go-cart around. You’ve got to lose consciousness. Who will help me now that I’m all alone? What does any of this shit, matter? Take the rusty spade out into the garden. Reality drifts by, like a dream. So sleepy, so in need of what I cannot have. Slam them together, save some space. My mid-life crisis was at twenty four. Why must I live? Our view is blocked, we can’t see. All I ever want to do anymore, is sleep. Call it a rubber sack abomination. The only thing to do at night is jack off. The retirement home! Of course, I got caught. Then, our mother’s die. Cartoons are on! My penis doesn’t fit in my own vagina. I’m waiting for the trial (my own). And sure enough, I was completely wrong. It’s like, retarded, this handwriting. Terror destroyed my chances to grow. Some may protist! Piss in the area in between the shed and the garage. No more driving around in circles. Rant it out. Too damn repetitive, no more good nights. I’m reading my own mind. My hair is up in curlers. Yes, I’m back on the cigarettes. Low, now I even look like a child molester. When, by telephone, I last spoke to you, the news I received was grim. I want to add something there. We’re so fucking upset with everything. Talk your silly nonsense. The bird is up, again. Save me, or else I’ll kill again. Stay out of there. I guess I deserve my failure. My eyes are not quite open. My life is totally pointless. That’s your opinion. The teeter totter has been uprooted. They’ll come after you. The two facts, are that there is no such thing as god, and we are not free. We get wet watching water boil, now. I wanna’ shout this! The truth is, that I’m just another loser. Keep religion out of everything, especially your own minds. She can’t read, she’s done me wrong, this is preposterous. Are the orders, done? Perfection, does occur. Roast your oysters, underground. The numbness causes a deep fear. It was a ceramic rabbit, out in the park. We’re drowning. My mind went left, as my brain went right. Hog on the back tit, with desperation. We don’t notice the green grass, anymore, just the goose shit (why?). All I do is compulsively scratch my neck. I claimed the writing was “experimental,” a lot. The motel is an office building, now (low rent). It was a performance art experiment. We’re ripe for some far out, blue, psychedelic thing. Don’t stand for it, and don’t sit down. Haven’t vacant landscapes.
As you know, luck does not really exist. The sign said please don’t feed the bears, but they were waving at us. Too much restlessness, not enough ease, the recipe for a heart attack. I’ve become an appliance, to use infrequently. The canoe tipped, for some reason, I panicked. This is it, this is always, it. Well, we’ve probably always been delusional. Now is the only time that we have designated, for sleep. We exited the suicide room. Constantly in and out of jail (enough!). The picnic tables were all stacked, one on top of the other, like some daisy chain. Everyday, the same things keep happening. The mortal coil is unraveling, and will take us with it. See part two. Out of luck, indeed. The hobby shop is boarded up. It’s all just virtual, now. Be the onion, testify that the truth, is true. The paradox box has got me more than trapped in. Touch my unsightliness, now. I smell like mold and mildew, I can taste it in my mouth. I live under the radio tower, I know a lot of lesbians. Go for biology, it’s better than nothing. Like a pigeon, I peck the disk. The dam was sublet, the laundry mat drug bust, troubled me. You shot me with your ray, I scratched off all my parts. Nihilism is the most direct representation, the true facts, are learned off the street. We’re deprived of full consciousness, we hope for some kind of something, someday. It was supposed to easily segue into something else. Bring out the hidden midgets, this time, to party! Climb up, and go into, the silo. The diner still stands. I am now eligible, to vanish. The gum, will be incessantly chewed. Will product X, lift the stain? The bindings, coils, whatever, are rusted. We got back into our bodies, too late. There is something wrong, it is not, in any way, right. Fake your orgasm, miss your lost hat, expose the charade for what it is, pitch the damn tent. I am all boxed up in my own stiffness, mold is all over the old baseball glove. This book was my first mistake, and my last. The smallest straw, was chosen. He stole the fake, plastic badge, from off of the desk. We worked so hard, failed, so miserably. The ice cream cone was licked, as if it was a huge vagina (we were so bored). The act was committed. Count how often you blink. Finish this! Make the gluten, last. Back to the burlesque! In a fit of rage, well, the window became broken. Now, a union of the genitals. Taste the essence, reserve a buoy, go all the way to the end. There are only so many resources. I lived your life, used Roman holds. Discharge the fundamental, go in instinct. Not no, but hell no (it’s a lot easier). We almost got kicked out of school, for that stunt. Passionate myths, had us back in the chem lab. Blow it up your sonnet, put it in your bonnet, just walk away. Elongate (get the two of them, together). Nose hair is so pleasing. This man was hollerin’, and yellin! You assholes cut down the tree. I cannot get over the size of her feet. I used to be afraid to look, but that was before. These aren’t from the cabinet? Ignore the cat, it is beyond insane. Yeah, a little bit of both, I guess. Oh, no, no, no, no. The verdicts were just, justice was served (on a silver platter, with the head). I’m gonna’ hump you in your pajamas, with tools, with help, with the pets watching. Sleep it off, forever (right wing bastards). We forget what we were going to say… too often. The other part, I’ve forgotten. Answer your own prayers. The riddles I speak in, are incalculable. She’s so glamorous, touchy, sexy-sexy. The tits on the statues, were alert/erect (so fine, so firm). We love it, we hate it, and we won’t ever leave it, even if we go. Is it tucked, or folded? There are so many others. He works at the gas station. Say it! I’m nothing but a conduit, for her. When you catch yourself looking at old school papers, you’re in trouble. She already got rid of the car that she won, on the game show. There used to be opportunities, possibilities, little tingles, anticipatory excitement, and the like. The fruit is ripe, your time has come. At this point, what we had to lose, was lost. Void where prohibited (wherever I happen to be), terms and conditions apply (to keep me from the savings). Three and a half selves, begged to go to the library. You’ll get laid, aplenty (to the concerned). It isn’t going to be too neat and clean. He and a twelve year old girl went canoeing together, the trip didn’t go too well. The despondent bird, waved to cars weakly, from the side of the road (middle of winter, for no honks, or rewards). I want it, and yes, I know that I shouldn’t (can’t, etc.). You’ll see me, when the theater opens. My right leg has more support, than the left one, because of the hose. I dreampt of all the goodbye’s, that I never said. I slid down the ravine, and into a thicket, cut my forehead up to hell. Please, you’re giving me your depression. Don’t give me no jive, this is where it begins. It’s all detours, time is the enemy, now. It does matter, shut the hoof, out! The blank spots are caused by the numb one’s. Improvise off of the dream. A special angle was tried out, another theme, rendition. There was no dinner! Whimper… The grave yards are all full, the checks are all cashed. We’ve been amazed by the junkies, long enough. Into the clapboard shack, hair extensions, bought and paid for. It is simply astounding, that which is forgotten. Snort, ever so suddenly. See, he’s down to spare change, too. We seek comfort, at our peril. It would appear as if, the devil were in us. Give them the “fag sign.” Feast on the as yet, undeveloped. Take out the coal ashes. Dutton is a speed trap, now. There are always a number of things that you should have been doing, but weren’t… It repeats itself, constantly. Caress the undead (the blank).
These are my thoughts, or something. Deal with it, just, deal with it (make love to me [click!]). I’ve had too many dreams, and not enough reality. If I get on the bus, don’t be surprised. Why did you choose to wear those eyeglasses? Statues, and their shadows, remind themselves of one another. You will soon be accosted, by me. Different people answer these questions in different ways. Our stories bore them, we slide around, like some kind of jelly. What scares us the most, is that everything makes perfect sense. He is a sick fuck (we’re all, sick fuck’s). The solutions have caused worse damage than the original problems. The tree’s fell off of the leaves, essentially. It was endless horror and torment, despair and confusion (school). Liquor was spilled, and a howl was let out. My silly, schoolgirl nervousness, is just going to have to go away. The wood was stacked, the unseen were sneered at, the hype was kept alive, until the checks were cashed. We need a different set of words, for these misleading religious terms. Put a question mark down there, somewhere. New age, porno, sex sounds, are reverberating through my head. The pictures we paint, will get more and more, grim. You shouldn’t drink (was my early warning, too late). It will click, like a light, on. The saurkraut must have been burning, and the scent leaked into my clothing. I am perpetually crooked, and on the wrong angle/axis. The uncanny, is a mouth full of vomit. Ignore me! Other people’s weaknesses, could very well, destroy you. You’ve got to do your own (lollipop’s) homework. We’re designed to die. I’ve had my share of misconceptions, have been, at times, too abstract. We attempted to write rainbows, and were left with black on white. Prepare now, for what can’t be prepared for (it’s some kind of slide rule thing). We’re done with the (she had a New Hampshire, mouth) whole lot of it. Are your hands, curving? Accuse yourself. There is a dead bird, in between the two walls, of that house. This house is haunted, not cursed. All of the life has been sucked out of me. The characters are atop the building. You are so damn, safe. Skinny dippin’, in a beehive. Too many long lunches… Let the cities burn, as you huff on your ether. I have this compulsion, to be compulsive. Nothing pleasurable, really is, in the long run. The best and worst of everything, is neither good nor bad. The best smell, is gasoline. Sprawl up and into, next time. I’ve said (and written) some strange shit. I keep living through the same nightmares. All plans change, yet stay the same. I painted the hallway, caught the fish, rocked out, played the role, waxed the apples, shined the bowl. They only remember the bad things that you do. Lift’s? No matter what, this is the end. Slash the stupidity right out of yourself. It really doesn’t much matter, what we do, or don’t do, now, does it? Put the accent over the “e”. That is what I smoked. Philosophy is a process, a discipline, and a lifelong pursuit. It’ll be just like wrestlin’, to get close to that skin. Get over the fist fuck, please (take her back to the hotel). Remember the first stumble across the moon (drunken experience). A man in a rubber lined room, screams; “I can’t let them shut me down, Ma.” It ended me, like they said it would. Like an all out blitz, that we didn’t understand. A flit danced alone, under a tent. She was erotic with the circus animals. Oh, we all try! Don’t go too far, don’t even look at my face. Suspect the “perfect,” first. My own boat has long since, sailed off, without me. We’re as rootless as cabbages. Maybe it’s just escapist drivel. Act beautiful, no one will be able to tell. I don’t deserve anything, but, believe that I do. My impulsivity got me into trouble. Go to the edge, again. I went off into the apple orchard, so damn angry (could have pulled the apples right off the trees). The foundations need to be smashed (for starters). Go on, erase all that remains. It is! We’re unlike you. Get a couple of big one’s (logs). Maybe there’s no head to hurt. Differentiate between smart and dumb, you dipshit. I see, I know, I understand ( a lot of good that does me). Blah, blah, blah (the pitch is made). It’s so damaging, the horrible overflowing. The dead had their chances, now, it’s our turn. I don’t miss any of this (to be read after I’m dead)! Nobody ever taught us to learn? Corrupt your favorite vowels. The gun, “just went off.” I notice that (left unfinished). There are no white coated lab technicians (where I’m going). You’re Latino! Let me be you, do no harm (blow me). The mall: avoid it. Bust a move, Chico. There was a slapfest on the veranda, I hung out at the cemetery. We yell in the morning, hit at night. The star is the lighting/lightning. Honey, dripping out of the pot. The whirly gigs, are most likely, not there anymore. Look inside the holes in the wallpaper, where there used to be tacks, that held up pictures. He’s in the secret pocket. We used to go to the dances. Now, all I do is lie here, on this cold slab of steel. I know that you’ve got the tightest little pussy this side of the Mississippi, thanks be to God. Categorize it, no more freaking out. Don’t tear out his hearing aid. It’s too damn hard, I think. This dimestore novel, will cost a nickel. It’ll drive me through, to the absolute end. I don’t have any insurance. I can no longer stand to sit here (please, stand by). Start the stupid game. This was something else, before. It won’t add up correctly. Don’t you yell at me! Luck no longer plays a part. Those fresh bakery smells, were merely illusions, that allowed us to live there as long as we did. Carry on! I always end up, paying.
